#i love writing them just fighting LOL

[obwjam]

Same anon that asked for fandoms here! (first time asking for anything here goes)

Prompt 15. “Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."

With Jamie and Roy from Ted Lasso? (Just incase I had to specify LOL) nws if you don't wanna do it tho! <3

"Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."

excellent first ask. like, truly impeccable choice. this one was PERFECT

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"Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."

Roy looked incredulously at Jamie, who was sitting comfortably in Roy’s office with you in his hand. “Did you seriously just fucking say that to me?”

“‘Ey! Did you not ‘ear me? I said quiet.”

Roy grunted, but ultimately didn’t say anything, because that little prick was right. You did need your sleep.

See, your life was turned upside down a few months ago when you were discovered in the vast AFC Richmond complex. Even though the place was crawling with giants, it was so unbelievably huge that it was actually the perfect place for you to be. Everyone was so busy with their daily tasks that nobody had the time to scan the floors for tiny people.

And it would have stayed that way, too, until the club brought in an eccentric new player that noticed right away that something was off. Before you could even blink, you had been lifted into the air and put on display for a room full of bulky, imposing athletes. 

Jamie, who hated Zava with every fiber of his being and relished any opportunity to make him look like an ass, immediately came to your defense, silently vowing to protect you from him. Roy saw right through the whole thing and inserted himself into the relationship, because he sure as hell didn’t trust Jamie to take care of a four-inch-tall being.

So, you were stuck with them.

“I know why you’re doing this,” Roy grumbled. Jamie looked at him expectantly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, then?”

“Because you want them to like you more than Zava.”

Jamie made a face and fake laughed. “You’re joking, mate. As if they need my help hating Zava. Don’t you see how terrified they are of him? He fuckin’, plucked them up off the ground,” he bent down and pretended to pick something up, mockingly going through the motions, “and dangled them around like some sort of – some kind of – I don’t know exactly what, but it wasn’t good.”

“Hm.” Roy was mad that Jamie had a point. He too was pretty pissed when he saw Zava waving you around around that day. “So what’s the fucking catch, then?”

“What catch?”

“Why are you doing this,” Roy asked, more forcefully this time. “‘Cause I know it’s not out of the goodness of your little twat heart.”

“What, I can’t just do somethin’ nice for someone I barely know without there bein’ some kind of reason?”

Roy looked at him like he had five heads. “Yeah!”

You awoke to the sound of an argument – not uncommon from spending all your time with them. You sat up in a daze, waiting for Jamie to notice that he had indeed cut your nap short, but he was too in the zone. Fighting with Roy did that to him.

You rubbed your eyes and took your time regaining consciousness after a very restful sleep. Somehow, your existence was still a secret to the owner of the club, so during matches, you watched on TV until Roy or Jamie came back to take you home with them. 

You would often stay up through the night. You found the act of sleeping post-Zava incident too difficult to do for more than an hour or so at a time. Every time you shut your eyes, your head rushed as if you were being lifted off the ground again with no warning. It was like the curious face of Zava was painted onto the backs of your eyelids, with hundreds of thousands of eyes behind him. You always woke up with a feeling of dread.

Which is why you decided to go on the team’s most recent road trip, finally taking Jamie up on his offer to tag along. You needed a distraction, but didn’t realize that it would be a frantic game of staying hidden from cameras, awkwardly being in hotel rooms and participating in sickening bus rides, so by the time you were back to the safety of Richmond, you were positively wiped – so much so that your usual night terrors weren’t present. 

That is, until you were rudely awakened.

“Stop being such a prick, you little prick.”

“You’re the one who started yellin’ at meh out of nowhere!”

“Not nowhere! You fucking told me not to wake them up, which I already fucking knew– oh my god,” Roy grumbled, looking down at your groggy form. “They’re fucking awake.”

“Right, mate, you woke ‘em up,” Jamie shot back.

“Me?! I didn’t fucking–”

“–Okay, okay!” you cut in, mustering all of your energy to raise your voice. That seemed to stop them for the moment. It never ceased to amaze you that the mere sound of your voice could get two giants to shut up. “What…” you signed as you pushed yourself up, “what are we arguing about this time?”

“Jamie’s being a little prick.”

“Am not!”

“You always think he’s being a little prick,” you pointed out with a small smile.

Roy shrugged. “What’s your point?”

“You should go back to sleep,” Jamie said, an unusual amount of concern in his voice. “You didn’t sleep at all on the bus.”

“Don’t fucking listen to him,” Roy replied. “You’re an intelligent, strong person who is fully capable of making their own fucking decisions.”

“Woah, woah, okay,” you said, holding your hands up. You gestured toward Roy’s desk, and Jamie gently deposited you down on the surface. Like they did every time, the two giants hunched down so they wouldn’t loom so large. “What’s actually going on?”

Jamie and Roy turned to each other, silently acknowledging that they couldn’t bullshit you.

“We were, uh, just–”

“We were talking about you,” Roy admitted. That certainly caught you off guard.

“Me? Why?”

“Old shithead here wanted to know why I, uh, saved you from Zava.”

“Shut it, you little twat, you didn’t save them.”

“Did too! I…” Jamie trailed off when he caught your expression, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. “Sorry.”

You always chuckled at the way his sorries were more like sorrehs. “Roy, I know you’re always mad, but… why are you mad about this, specifically?”

Roy leaned forward ever so slightly, which used to scare the living daylights out of you, but now you found it endearing. “Because he wants you to like him more than Zava.” Roy paused. “Because he fucking hates Zava.”

Just the mere mention of Zava was enough to send your mind into a mini spiral. The two footballers noticed your expression change from tired to anxious, suddenly eyeing them as if they had morphed into completely different people. You blinked hard to get yourself back to reality. “Well, I fucking hate Zava too, you know. Asshole kind of ruined my entire life.”

“See? I told you,” Jamie bragged.

“But that’s what you were arguing about? How much I like Zava?”

“No!” Roy said a little too loudly. His expression softened when you flinched. “Sorry. No, Jamie just got upset when I–.”

“He thinks there’s a catch,” Jamie stated. “Like I have some sort of alterior motive.”

“Ulterior,” Roy grumbled. “It’s ulterior motive.”

“Whatever!”

“Guys!” you shouted, once again shutting them up. “So… it sounds like you woke me up for absolutely no reason, then.”

“Well, not no reason–”

“–he questioned me character, I had no choice but to defend myself–”

“–if this little prick was doing anything that could hurt you, I wouldn’t let that fucking happen–”

“–I’m a changed man, you know–”

“–oh, don’t start with that fucking bull… shit.” Roy looked like a kid caught stealing from a candy shop when he saw your disapproving expression. Jamie, too. 

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

“Look, I just…” you let out a big yawn. “This weekend was hard. I didn’t much like all the traveling, and I was glad to be back home. You guys have done so much for me, I… I don’t like it when you argue.”

Roy and Jamie exchanged upset glances. They hadn’t stopped to think that their constant bickering could take a toll on you.

“Truthfully… these last three months have been the most anxiety-inducing, wild and scary months of my entire life. I mean, you guys will never understand how it feels to be looked down upon or loomed over by dozens of giants all at once, being talked about like I’m not even there… picked up like I’m not even a person…”

“Is that why you don’t sleep?” Jamie abruptly asked. He recoiled when you gave him a look that was almost… scared. “I–I’ve noticed for a while. When I get up at four in the morning for training… you’re usually awake, too.”

After a moment, you nodded meekly, as if you were in trouble.

“Do you think about Zava? Every night?”

You laughed in pity to yourself. “Not just every night. I think about it every fucking moment of my life.”

Roy was practically overflowing with anger, which was an impressive feat, given the way he normally is. “I swear to fucking god, when I see that fucking asshole in the locker room tomorrow, I’m going to tie his dick up to a string and drag him down the fucking motorway until it fucking falls off.”

Your smirk turned into an all-out laugh when Jamie gave him a look of borderline disgust. “I’d do all that myself if I could, I think.”

It was all making sense to Roy now – why Jamie had asked him to be quiet around you in the first place. Truthfully, he didn’t have an eye for these things. He didn’t tend to notice your reactions, your tendencies or your routines when his full attention wasn’t on you. He was abrasive, loud and imposing, and he never really stopped to think that you could be so terrified of that from him specifically. 

Jamie, though, noticed these things more than Roy would ever suspect. This new, team-oriented, down-to-earth Jamie Tartt was much more kind and caring than Roy gave him credit for. He was good with you. He knew what you needed, what might set you off. He was softer and quieter around you. And he sure as hell noticed the little things you did when you didn’t know he was looking at you.

“Do you think about it… even when you’re with us? Even when you’re in me hand?”

You mulled on that for a moment. “No, not always. Sometimes, though…” you looked up, eyes meeting Jamie’s, and under the harsh fluorescent lights, you swear he looked like he was about to cry. You cleared your throat. “You– you have to understand, I had never even been seen by a human before that. This is all so new to me, I...”

Jamie looked ashamed, realizing quickly that you picked up on his guilt. “All the arguin’ gets to you sometimes, don’t it?”

You gave him another embarrassed nod. “Feels a lot like when you first… when you were all talking over each other, and Ted came out to see what was going on, and he – and he saw me… and he just, he started asking me all these questions, like it was my fault I was found, and I didn’t know what to do or say or where to look. I thought… I thought I was going to die. Like Zava would drop me and nobody would save me, or you would all pass me around until I got squished to death.”

“Jesus,” Roy mumbled. “That’s a bit morbid, innit?”

You shrugged. “Pretty standard borrower fare, I’d say.”

“So…” Jamie began, resting his elbows on his knees and cupping his chin with his palms. “What you’re saying… is that you’d be better off not even knowin’ us.”

You tilted your head ever so slightly. He sounded genuinely upset by that.

“Yeah, I mean, I wish I had never been seen at all. But at this point, if I just… disappeared, you would all worry about me. Wonder where I went, maybe even go look for me. But… but who knows who I’d be found by next. Plus,” you said with a small smirk, “getting to eat every single day is something I don’t think I want to give up now.”

“What, you didn’t eat every day before this?” Roy asked cautiously.

You hung your head. “There’s a lot of stuff I haven’t told you.”

“...Maybe you should start,” Jamie said sheepishly. “Tellin’ us stuff, I mean.” He threw his arms out when Roy gave him a questioning look. ‘Ow else are we supposed to know what they’re feeling?”

“Hmph.” Roy stole a glance at you. He hoped it wasn’t obvious, but every time he looked at you, he was in awe that something like you even existed. He didn’t let himself think about it too much, since it scared the shit out of him, but he sometimes wondered if he could ever survive the way you did. Probably not.

“You really give a shit about the way they feel?” Roy asked. Jamie just nodded, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Yeah, alright then.”

“How about, for every day we don’t argue, you tell us somethin’ you haven’t told us before,” Jamie said, an air of mischief to his voice. “That’s fair, right?”

“Hmm.” You plopped down, stretching your legs out and letting out another big yawn. Roy and Jamie gave each other the alright, that was fucking adorable look they often shared.

The more you pondered over what he said, the more your heart swelled. The guys often forgot that you had observed them for years before they discovered you, so you knew more about them than they knew about themselves. But hearing Jamie express just how much he cared about you out loud gave it validity and realness, so it wasn’t just a passive thought in your mind. Jamie wanted you to like him so badly that it pissed off Roy... who was fiercely protective over you. That was adorable.

“Alright, Tartt, you got yourself a deal,” you said with a grin. 

“Go on, then,” Roy goaded. “A deal isn’t a deal unless you shake on it.”

Jamie rolled his eyes but obliged, sticking his index finger a few inches in front of your face. You reluctantly grabbed the tip of his finger with both of your hands, face flushing red at how much amusement Roy was getting from this. After a few hearty jostles, you were practically dizzy.

“Not funny,” you grumbled playfully, pushing Jamie’s finger away with all your might. You laughed as he pretended to fall over backwards from your sheer strength. “I’m exhausted, remember?”

It was Jamie’s turn to stretch. “Right, and I’ve got training in… three hours.”

Roy grumbled in that unintelligible, ambiguous way that only Roy could. You gave him a quizzical look, but Jamie already had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You… don’t… need to… do training tomorrow,” Roy said, like the words had been tortured out of him.

Jamie’s grin stayed present. “Are you sure, coach? ‘Cause I played like shit this weekend.”

“Yeah, you fucking did, you little prick.”

“Really, I don’t mind–”

“Go home, Tartt!” Roy yelled, jumping up from his chair. “Get some fucking sleep, damn it! And take them with you too!” He pointed stiffly at you, which caused you to burst out into laughter.

Jamie shrugged playfully. “Whatever you say, coach.” You happily hopped into his open palm when he placed it next to you, smiling hard at the way Roy snapped from muted delight to anger like a rubber band.

“Try to keep your little twat mouth shut tomorrow,” he warned Jamie. “I want to hear what they have to say.”

“Sure, coach.”

“Well.” Roy stood in the doorframe awkwardly, stiff as a board, not knowing what to do or say or who to look at before finally settling on you. “Goodnight.”

You smiled and gave him a small wave. “Night, Roy.” 

“Goodnight, Roy!” Jamie called out as Roy walked away.

“Fuck you!”

Jamie grinned. “Never gets old.” He lifted you up a bit. “Ready to go home, love?”

Home. Home was AFC Richmond, home was Jamie’s nightstand, home was… well, it was wherever the two of them wanted to bring you. And you quite liked that.

“Yep,” you said, leaning back against the curve of his fingers. You let out a content sigh. “Let’s go home.”

[spinnysocks]

look at them.

sillies. /affectionate

[howdoyousleep3]

never in my life have i wanted a Daddy more than i do rn 😭

[paperbackfable]

Erend: they don't Id me at the liquor store anymore because they see the light has left my eyes

-

Erend: We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare.

Alva: Scrabble? Scrabble's great.

Erend: Not when you're playing with Zo, it's not. They put words like "ephemeral" and I put "dog".

-

Varl: You're ignoring all your problems.

Aloy: I know.

Varl: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism?

Aloy: I'm ignoring that fact as well.

Varl:

-

Zo: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity?

Aloy: turning to Sylens How tall are you?

-

Aloy: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Sylens: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD.

Aloy: I'm leaving you, and I'm TAKING BETA WITH ME!

Varl, picking up the strike board: I think we're gonna stop playing now.

-

Aloy: Want do you want to be for "Halloween"?

Beta: Loved.

Aloy: Don't do this.

-

Sylens: I will not stand to be disrespected like this!

Aloy: Then sit.

-

Alva: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life...

Zo: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back.

Aloy: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Beta: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Erend: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Varl: Mental stability, my old friend!

Alva: Ancestors, could you guys lighten up a little?

-

Varl: What do you think Kotallo will do for a distraction?

Aloy: Probably, like, whistle or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

Building explodes and several car alarms go off

Aloy: ...or they could do that.

-

OK THAT'S ENOUGH I SHOULD PROABLY STOP NOW BYE

[willowser]

For the fanfic trope game: maybe Neighbour Touya and awful first meeting ?

I loved reading what you wrote for Bakugou Soulmate first time mashup ❤️

LOL OKAY THIS SOUNDS CUTE ! and tysm !!! i'm so glad you enjoyed it !!! 🥺✨💕

so you move in next door to the todoroki's and the first one you meet is fuyumi !!! she's getting out of her little cute car, bringing some groceries inside as you're hauling boxes up to your room from the moving van. and she's very nice ! very sweet ! about your age and you're excited about the possibility of having a friend already !

she tells you a little bit about her family later, when you two go walking around the neighborhood after the sun has started to set and the evening has begun to cool things down. her parents are divorced and she and her brothers live with her mother ! though she and the two younger ones still see their father for certain holidays and in small stints in the summer. she doesn't say much about her other brother, and you don't ask, trying to soak it all up like a sponge.

over the course of the first week, you meet all of them. all of them. little shouto who seems wholly uninterested in you — you can't tell if he's shy or just more interested in the little gaming system he keeps in his hands at all times — and natuso, who blushes when you introduce yourself. rei, who is so sweet ! and invites you to stay for dinner, which you do, and you and fuyumi help her in the kitchen and have a good time ! you meet enji for just a moment, near the end of the week when he comes to visit rei, a serious, withdrawn look on his face that sends you and the kiddos outside. you only barely catch him saying something about touya, but then yumi is rolling her eyes and natsuo is asking you something about having a boyfriend.

it's not until a little later that you're trying to sleep that you hear something OBNOXIOUS outside, like a fist against a window and some ridiculous noise that could be scary if you think too much about it. when you take a peek, there's some dark-haired guy trying to climb the side of the todoroki house, wobbling dangerously and barely hanging on. you spend a moment watching him, wondering if you should maybe call the police, but then the window opens and natsuo sticks his little head out — and plants a hand on his face and pushes him off the house afhahfahf

all the floodlights come on and he's stumbling to his feet just to face plant in the grass, and he looks up when you accidentally laugh out loud. even in the dark, you can see the face he makes at you, before he's getting to his feet and scaling the side of your house, too. you should probably be afraid, but natsuo is still looking out his own window, watching with his mouth open as this guy starts knocking and hissing to be let in.

you don't know why you do. maybe because he's a little cute up close and both natsuo and now shouto don't seem afraid as they watch you from across the yard. just as you yank open your window and he forces himself in, you catch rei coming around the side of the house with a flashlight, arms crossed as she calls out, "touya!" all exasperated. he just face plants into your room and groans into the carpet.

he doesn't move for a minute and when you lightly kick him in the arm, he sits up and is sort of drooling. the bitter smell of alcohol hits you terribly, looking at his handsome, scuffed up face, and he just blinks his bright blue eyes up at you slowly.

he slurs, "you th'neighbor?"

"uh, yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "that's why i'm in the house next door."

it makes him — touya — huff. "cute," he grins enough that his dimples show; the same ones shouto has, the one fuyumi has in her right cheek. and then he groans again, slumping back on your floor as he covers his mouth. "much as 'm enjoyin' this, 'm 'boutta hurl all over your rug."

you barely manage to drag him down the hall to your bathroom.

✨ trope game ! ✨

[n0bluev]

@fushiglow hmm….wonder who i’d draw this for all of a sudden and why… 🤔🤔

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

[tennessoui]

In the assigned married fic, has Anakin even begun to process Padme saying that both of them will be moving to Naboo together? Like, they spoke earlier in the chapter about Anakin moving in with her on Coruscant, but Obi-Wan apparently spilled the beans about a much more permanent relocation to Naboo, and I am looking forward to Anakin's response to that, once he gets through processing everything else and remembers that part of the "conversation"....

i think padmé views moving to naboo more as a possibility than a future concrete plan -- the offer to be a permanent advisor on naboo is something she'd like to discuss with anakin as her husband before taking it or rejecting it. she says there's a lot of work she still wants to do in the senate, and she's probably thinking that it will be a few years before she would be able to go anyway. definitely after the war, but in her mind, she thinks anakin has every intention to leave the order after the war's over....because he kind of told her that. at least, in her mind he did: (from chapter 1)

“[Obi-Wan] asked me if I planned to leave the Order after the war,” he tells his wife. “And I lied, and then I think he began to support me. That’s what he looked like, anyway.” Padmé blinks at him, eyelashes falling slowly onto the jut of her cheek and then rising. “That’s good then,” she says, sounding hesitant. “That he supports us.” “Yeah,” Anakin replies, raising his hand to tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Though…I’m sorry you had to lie,” she says, pressing forward until their faces are only a hand’s width apart. “Hopefully…” she trails off, biting her lip. Then she shakes her head slightly, and her mouth turns up into a smile as if she cannot help herself. “Hopefully he will not take the truth so hard.”

so anakin never says what lie he told obi-wan, he just says that he lied when asked if he was going to leave the Order, and that lie made obi-wan support him.

from an outsider's perspective, especially a biased outsider who is married to one of the insiders and believes them to have a future together, padmé's immediate understanding of this is that obi-wan asked if he was going to leave the order and anakin lied to him and told him he planned to stay and obi-wan began to support their marriage because he thinks he won't be losing anakin (padmé, who has three braincells, has long since realized obi-wan's obsessed with her husband)

and that's why she's smiling at the end (and also why they have sex at the fade to black) -- she believes anakin has just told her that when the war ends, he'll leave the Order to be with her and build a future together <3 so the offer to go to naboo is an option she can talk to her husband about, but she knows that anakin is going to no longer be a jedi....and if he's not a jedi, and she's not a senator....what's keeping them on coruscant?

BUT it's not just obi-wan that's feeling a bit catty during that dinner party scene, so i intentionally wrote padmé as putting this idea forward as less of a possibility and more of a done deal that she knows anakin will accept -- she talks about it like it's great big BACK OFF signs picketed around anakin because obi-wan is the biggest threat to their marriage in the entire galaxy and she's always known that

(but also no anakin has not begun to process that whole thing - but padmé, who now realizes they're NOT on the same page, is absolutely going to bring it up post-haste in the next chapter)

[orcelito]

I'm at the painful "confession" scene during the kage summit arc. It really is so emotional, but also... hm.

When I was younger, like 13 or so, I was a big Sakura and Naruto shipper. They were the first pairing I read fanfic for even. And in a way, I do still enjoy the two of them together... but it's moments like these that really drive home the fact that it Doesn't really work in canon. Not the way that it's set up.

As Sakura puts it, "Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke! That's all you think about!"

She's told that Naruto has feelings for her and decides to use it to convince him to stop going after Sasuke. She does love him, but not in the way she's trying to confess. The love they share is one of comradery, not necessarily romantic. The love of two people who have gone through such pain together, and who have leaned on each other throughout it all. And the fact that she's turning around and saying she loves him "simply like everyone else", now... it's trivializing. And the fact that she's trying to convince him of this, the fact that she thinks she Can convince him of this, is pretty hurtful. They've come a long way from when they were kids, Naruto the goofball vying for her attention while she yelled at him for being stupid. Sakura respects Naruto so much more than before, and Naruto respects her too. So the fact that she's still doing this... She's desperate, really. She thinks the promise he made to her to bring Sasuke home is what's driving him to let himself be hurt over and over and over again in the pursuit and protection of Sasuke.

But she's wrong.

That may be part of it, but it's only part. Naruto wants Sasuke back for himself, too. He let himself be beat up to avoid selling him out. He chases after him with single minded determination. Sasuke is his entire drive to get stronger, to catch up, to bring him home. Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke indeed.

As it is, Naruto knows she's lying to herself. And no matter what she says, he will keep going after Sasuke. Because that's just the person that Naruto is.

[hanzajesthanza]

i’m ngl it was extremely painful to reread this

[obstinaterixatrix]

I really like romances that highlights a complex relationship with desire. what’s that one quote. found it, it’s the siken quote that goes “the enormity of my desire disgusts me” and “there’s only one thing I want, don’t make me say it” LOVE that. it’s so fun. denial and repression and self-loathing! some of my favorite ingredients for a romance.

[cern1cal0]

we'll grow out of it, surely

[sophiethewitch1]

the thing about writing the batboys in love w one reader is just that they're always 100% ready to square down. even dicks putting up his fists its just a full on brawl everyday of the week

[sleepy-crypt1d]

people dont write wheatley mean enough, ive decided. like, he's an asshole. that's a huge part of his character. YES he is also pathetic and a fucking loser who i could drop kick.

that's why he's an asshole.

he's mean and self-centered and uncaring because that is how he has always been treated.

he frequently calls you brain dead, he throws out the idea of turning you in to GLaDOS' so he can live, he spends a full minute insulting children and calling manual laborers stupid - because that's how he's been treated. he was made to be stupid, he was abandoned by his creators because they didn't care, and then he's insulted time and time again by being called a moron when, if you actually look at the game from his perspective, he's the one who's did all the work!!

he has been kicked, insulted, almost killed and ignored his entire life no SHIT he's more than happy to turn those exact same actions onto other people without any sort of care for their feelings. no one's ever cared for his?? so why should he??

people either have him as a stammering uwu little baby who's either completely helpless or a creep or they make him super over confident when he's neither. yes, he stutters and yes there are times he's embarrassed but that's because he overthinks and has a hard time putting things into words. he is fucking terrifying, yes, but it's not because he's confident. it's because he's willing to do anything just to prove he can.

wheatley is so mischaracterized it hurts and it makes me so upset. this game has been out for ten years and i need my guy to be seen as the actual nuanced character he is.

[forcebookish]

as much as i'd like to see forcebook play their ages, i don't really mind them playing 18-22 year olds because i can easily forgive a lot of shitty behavior in that age group. it's a really rough time in your life, often your first time out on your own, when you might not quite grasp how dire the consequences of your actions can be because you won't "get in trouble." when you're graduating from Teenhood, there's sometimes a learning curve with "my parents ragged on me about X just because they're parents" to "oh they actually did know better i shouldn't do that shit" - sometimes you have to learn that on your own. add alcohol, the pressure of college, shifting identities, etc., it's a good recipe for some nice 'n' easy character development.

[jessicas-pi]

Some people kill their darlings. Me, personally? I mortify my blorbos. sounds like a very interesting fic that would probably vaporize me with secondhand embarrassment easily, so im very curious about it

YEEEHAAA

Okay okay so this scene, which I have temporarily dubbed In Which Tristan Steals Half A Letter And Mandalorian Sibling Rivalries Get A Little Violent, is from the very beginning of Paint Bombs, Pixie Cuts, And Elopement, and it is only the first of MANY increasingly mortifying situations!!

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Sabine had been so distracted, she hadn’t realized she was no longer the only person in her library.

Tristan had breezed in, settled down in her abandoned spot on the lounge, and picked up the letter from Ezra.

“Hey! That’s personal!” she snapped, jumping up and snatching it from him.

Her brother looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What does that mean?”

Sabine stomped back over to her desk and sat down, pulling out a second sheet of paper. “It means that it’s my business, not yours.”

“As your older brother, I think it is my business. After all, you’ve been sending a concerning amount of letters to him, and you won’t let anyone else see his replies.”

“Because it’s personal,” she repeated, not bothering to explain that out of the last six letters she’d sent, he only bothered to reply to the last one, and not very nicely, either.

“Which is exactly why we’re all worried.” She hunched her shoulders and focused on writing.

She was a few paragraphs in when he spoke again. “And it looks like I was right to be worried, because this, little sister, is a pretty compromising letter.”

Sabine blinked, bewildered. “Compromising?” She turned around in her seat and let out a furious cry. That letter—it had had two pages, and Tristan must have let her only snatch the first page without her noticing, because he had the second one in his hand now. “Tristan!”

“Oh, yes, very compromising. I quote—” He held up the letter and read aloud. “It was so nice of you to use all those tender words in your last message to me—have you been writing love notes?”

What she had been writing was a horribly rude letter where she called Ezra every name she could think of, and he’d got sarcastic over it in his reply, which Tristan had to know because the next sentence of that letter was a few of those phrases quoted, but he was apparently being a very selective reader now.

So, Sabine didn’t explain, and just stood, clenching her jaw. “Give me that, and get out of my library.”

He just reclined on the lounge, grinning and kicking his feet up. “You know, I’ve had a few… ah… romantic escapades, in my time. I can be trusted with a secret. So confide in me. Exactly what sweet nothings have you been writing to your adoring Prince?”

“Give it to me and get out, Tristan!”

“Should I make some guesses?” Tristan asked, jumping to his feet to avoid the sofa pillow she hurled at him. Sabine followed him, advancing slowly, fists clenched. “I bet he sends you long letters about his earnest and eternal love, and you send him back coquettish garbage acting like you don’t understand anything he says, so he’ll say it to you again.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she snapped, snatching at the sheet of paper that he held away from her.

“Oh, no, it happens all the time. I’ve fallen for it myself. I still have the letters I got from my old sweetheart when I was your age, if you need proof. Or reference materials for the next time you write—I’m sure the little minx wouldn’t mind you borrowing a few of her shameless hints for your own flirtation.”

“It’s not a flirtation!”

“My bad,” Tristan sang, dodging around a chair so it was between the two of them, and moving side to side in time with her to keep it that way. “But in my defense, I had no idea you and he were serious.”

“We’re not!”

“When did you two first get an understanding?”

“We don’t have one!”

“Now that I look back—this all started last summer, when we were in Jedha, didn’t it? He must have been trying to win your heart then, and I can only assume you strung him along for weeks like the sadistic little witch you are, before you gave in.”

She cursed at him, no longer cold from the drafty walls but so warm she felt like she was crawling out of her own skin. She didn’t know if it was from the excitement of finally getting the letter, the heat of the fire, or the flustered burning in her face, and she didn’t really care.

“I may regret asking this,” Tristan said without a trace of regret, whatsoever, at all, in a million years. “But how did ol’ Prince Di’kut manage to woo you? Did he act gallant and noble and play at courting you? Or was this a…” Tristan wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in to whisper, momentarily dropping his guard. “A passionate-midnight-meetings sort of affai—”

Sabine’s fist connected with his nose.